Richard followed his cousin's frantic pacing around the room with his eyes until he was beginning to feel sore, a headache on the way.
"Oh, but the green just doesn't suit me, and it makes my face look discolored! But then the blue, with my hair? Uh-uh, no way!" She tossed both dresses in question to the floor and then stomped over to the closet again.
"Richie! This one, what do you think?" She held up an outdated, magenta number, almost reminiscent of the one her mother had worn he was sure.
"I believe anything you wear will look good on you, but I would suggest perhaps asking your mother permission before you decide to ... trample her dresses like this..."
It was then that he remembered that they all looked like her mother's dresses because they WERE her dresses.
Anastasia's daughter, Kitty, and Cinderella's son, Richard were getting ready for a party to be held in honor of Cinderella, and Prince Henri's 20th anniversary, but choosing what to wear one Kitty's behalf was tiring at the least.
But, Richard was not only Charming by name, but nature as well. He was to be meeting with the princesses of a neighboring kingdom that night with whom he had been friends as small children. It was from Princesses Constance and True that he earned his nickname.
He would have no trouble reconnecting with his beloved friends. As far as he was concerned, it mattered not what she wore, but rather how his unintentionally awkward cousin would present herself.
Kitty had been fretting about it all evening and the nights preceding this one. This was nothing more than a routine that he'd become accustomed to.
"Oh, Kitty, I think you should just wear something new. My mother can make you something, I'm sure of it. She has an eye for things like that you know." he offered.
Kitty stood up and grinned, having completely forgotten about her Aunt's immense skill and taste.
"Oh, Richie you're a life saver! I'm going to look so wonderful!" She hugged him excitedly before bolting out the door.
Richard waited until she was around the corner before chuckling to himself and picking up the mistreated dresses, hanging them all back in place.
At that very moment, Anastasia walked in and was at first appalled with the state of her room. She then caught sight of her nephew and gasped, "Oh, Riche! You don't need to clean up after my little brat's mess! Look at you, you're wrinkling your new clothes!" She scolded.
She took the pile of dresses from him and placed them on the bed before turning around to straighten his jacket and buttons.
"Anastasia, I'm fine! I don't want you to over work yourself. It's okay to let people do things for you sometimes." He argued.
"Nope! I won't take such nonsense talk from you." She stood back and placed her hands on her hips, a faraway look in her eyes.
"Your mother would always pick up my clothes and clean my room, but that side of me is gone, and I won't let you fall into the same line of work. You're a Prince, not a Servant." She said, very dignified.
Richard shrugged and replied, "I guess I just can't help myself. I love helping people." He passed her by and then stopped, "Even when it's frustrating. She's family, and so are you and so my patience knows no bounds."
He saluted her casually and then slowly retreated to his room.
"He's like her twin..." Anastasia mused.
She would have to have a word to her unruly daughter later about this however.
"Not a servant... He's going to let her walk all over him!" she grumbled.